Experimenting with an Instagram model

I was practically dragged into the gym - a strange thing to be done by someone who was so apologetic. If it wasn't for that I'd have expected more physical punishment but instead he was leading me over to where Nicole was stretching. She looked up and annoyance crossed her face.

"What took you so long Steve? We should have taken shots already for my feed", she spat out at the thug who'd hit me. He went even more shame-faced.

"Any longer and I'm gonna start getting some sweat, and then the shots are ruined!", she continued. Her bitchy tone of voice was heavily accented - Australian.

"I know babe, I know!", said Steve with a 'calm down' gesture of his hands. It was a little amusing seeing this man-mountain so cowed by this woman closer to me own height, although she was quickly conforming to the bitch-stereotype I'd assumed before.

"I wanted you to meet...", he looked at me, "What's you're name?"

"John", I said, extending my hand. She ignored it, and me, giving it only a glance before looking back at Steve,

"Why the fuck do I need to meet some random bozo?"

Well, this was interesting - at least as far as my experiment. She seemed completely unaffected by my words to Steve earlier.

"Nicole", he hissed, "Don't call him that! He's a fan!"

Her mouth dropped open in astonishment, "Oh really?" - it took me a second to realise it was her attempt at sarcasm. She was still unimpressed. She looked at me again, "No offensive what-ever-your-name but I'm kinda busy right now so if you don't mind...", she made a dismissive 'off you go' gesture with her hand.

So, my target was still unaffected, even by Steven saying what seemed to be the magic word. I looked at her hard - the pulse was definitely still around her. It had been faint all this time, nothing compared to those of Holly and Victoria but still there. Was it because she wasn't as famous? What did that mean?

"Alright creep, do you not understand English?!", she almost shrieked, standing up now. She hadn't appreciated the stare. Well only one more thing to try.

"I don't appreciate that Nicole-", I began. Steven tried to interrupt but I put a single hand up and he obediently shut up, "After all, I am a fan of yours"

Nicole slightly relaxed her stance, looked at me for a second and then rolled her eyes, before turning back to Steve, "Alright, we gonna do this or not?"

Had I been dismissed? Had it worked? She didn't seem bothered about or by me in the slightest.

"How about we take a photo of the two of you?", suggested Steve, gestured to Nicole and I. I was still flumoxed as he practically shoved me next to his...girlfriend? I looked down and saw no ring for either of them. Guess so.

"Fine", groaned Nicole, before putting up a hand between us so I couldn't see her face, "But this better not get posted", she said to him. Did she really think I couldn't hear her?

"Big smiles!", said Steve enthusiastically. He still seemed to be affected by me, seemed both slightly fearful and genuinely appreciative. He brought up his phone and took a photo while I stood a little dazed alongside Nicole. What do I do now?

"Bit closer?", he gestured for us to stand nearer. I was suddenly aware that I was millimetres from the gorgeous woman I'd been ogling over just a minute ago. I couldn't help but look down at her cleavage - I was in the perfect spot for it after all. The slope of her tan breasts was so alluring...

*click*

I'd just been snapped staring at her breasts but all Steve said was, "Amazing aren't they?", with a wink, "How about you put your arm around her?"

"Steve!", groaned the trashy tart alongside me but she didn't protest further. I tentatively put an arm round her shoulder - she flinched slightly as I touched skin but she didn't move otherwise.

Another photo, then another. Steve seemed happy to both accomodate and involve me - Nicole not at all. But she wasn't complaining either.

"More?", he asked and I nodded - I needed to see how long this could go on for.

"...fuck's sake", gasped Nicole, flicking her hair. I grinned and pulled her a bit closer. Her wonderful body tensed but that was all. I kept nodding for Steve to take photos and my hand began lightly stroking, fingers delicately circling her golden skin.

Her discomfort practically radiated off her but still nothing. My dick was quickly waking up. Even after the quick battering I'd suffered earlier, my libido was very much alive. Time to be bolder.

"This ok?", I said, making sure the question was directed only at the man as I wrapped by hand around Nicole's wonderfully slim waist. Toned muscle rippled under my palm as she bristled. Steve gave me a thumbs up and continued taking photos.

We'd been stood for more than a few minutes now and neither one seemed to want to move on. I stroked her sides and then around to blatantly run my fingers across her abs. The posing smile I'd had before had quickly been replaced with a more genuine, very smug grin. I turned to look at Nicole's doll-like face, a moody glower on her face. I was so close to her....

With my other hand I brushed some of her hair to one side,

"That's better", I said in a patronising tone, "Maybe you could smile a bit too?"

"Yeah Nicole", Steve said in an exasperated tone, "Let's remember why we're doing this right? Give him what he wants!"

She frowned, "He'll get get what I give him", she spat and then, after a second, her thunderous expression was replaced with a fake, hint of a smile that never reached her eyes.

"Better", I nodded, sliding my hand up until my fingers were pressing into the underside of her breast. I was only a few centimetres from outright presenting her tits to the camera. My cock throbbed in delight. I wonder if the tent in my pants was obvious in the photos?

After a few shots and me subtly jiggling her large fake breasts ever so slightly with little finger movements, I slid my hand down and back until it was resting on Nicole's ass. Her leggings wrapped around it delightfully. As the photos continued, I leaned back in an obvious way and looked down, obviously ogling as I began stroking.

"Classic mate!", said an approving Steve.

"Pathetic", whispered Nicole. With a sharp slap, I spanked her and she squealed.

"What was that?!", Steve suddenly said, concerned. Shit...had I fucked up. I could see in the mirror that the other gym members were looking over where they'd previously ignored us.

"He slapped me!", whined Nicole.

"Oh!", and Steve visibly relaxed again, "Really? Next time don't scream like that unless it's an actual emergency", he said, annoyed. I took a deep breathe of relief as the other gym members were focusing back on their exercises.

It seemed that Nicole might hate me, but she wasn't going to stop me doing much. And neither was her boyfriend.